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It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do a lot of things? It flies, it tells, and worst of all, it runs out.

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Markus Zusak
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
Novelist
Writer
Sydney
NSW
Time
Flies
Think
Runs
Thinking
Tells
Worst
Funny
Running
Seems
Things

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